This story is a continuation of my various and sundry experiences during one summer while I was in college. If anyone thinks that all of the education one gets comes in the classroom, they are grossly mistaken. All characters in the following story, whether real or imagined, were 18 years of age or older at the time of these events.
The memorable week when I encountered Hillary's tennis friend, Beth, ended on a quiet note as I finished reading all of the water meters in that part of town, without any more spicy incidents I might add.
The following week Kenny, another college student, and I were assigned to repaint crosswalks downtown. It was another mindless task that made for hot work being out on the black asphalt street. We had to be mindful of traffic because just one distracted driver could injure or even kill the two of us. As we busied ourselves near the bank, I looked up and saw a red Camero convertible waiting at the traffic light and upon closer look it turned out to be Beth, the woman that I had had the sexual encounter with the previous week. She saw me, too, and when she was right next to where we were working, slowed and I managed to get a look at her in a yellow tube top and little white shorts. Knowing first hand the nice little body that she had, my manhood took a jump.
"You boys look awful hot and sweaty," she said. "Why don't the two of you stop by after work for a beer and a swim. You're working really hard and earned it. Come on by at 5:30, OK?"
"Sure. That sounds good to me."
Kenny looked at me and said, "Who was that?"
"Oh, just a woman I met last week when I was reading meters," I replied.
"A beer and a dip in a pool sounds so great right now."
"I know. I could use a dip right about now, too," but my meaning of dip was not exactly what Kenny had meant. Still I let it drop.
When Kenny and I finished with the crosswalks we loaded the equipment into the truck and headed back to the town garage where we changed out of our uniforms and showered. We stopped by our houses to pickup swimsuits and then headed to Beth's house. Kenny had no idea where we were going but when we approached the more affluent end of town his eyes went wide. I found Beth's house and pulled into the driveway and Kenny's mouth dropped. There was a car parked there, but it wasn't a red Camaro convertible.
"This is impressive! I wonder what the pool looks like?"
"No idea. Remember I've only been here to read the water meter." We got out of the car and made our way to the front door. Just as I was about to ring the bell, the door opened and there stood Beth and another woman, who I would guess was a few years older than us, but not by that much. Beth introduced the other woman as Amy and one quick look suggested that she also had a nicely put together body. Petite, slim hips, auburn hair, and a to-die-for smile. Beth was wearing a tennis skirt and a tank top while Amy was wearing white short shorts and a tee. At this point all I could think about was the last time I saw Beth and she was completely naked.
"Well, don't just stand there. Come on in and we'll head back to the pool." Kenny and I looked at one another and both shared the same thought: "What's going on here?"
"Why don't you guys make yourselves comfortable while we find some nice cold beers," suggested Beth who left with Amy in tow. Kenny and I sat down in some comfortable plush lounge chairs. Moments later the girls returned with some frosty cold Heinekens. We wasted no time popping the tops and taking long pulls to quench the thirst that had been building all day. As we sat there getting acquainted several of our burning questions got answered. For one, Beth was single and was living in her mom and dad's house. He was a tennis pro and they traveled around the world going to tournaments. She had graduated from college with a communications degree but decided that being a tennis coach was far more interesting.
As for Amy, she had just finished college with a degree in chemistry and had just been admitted to nursing school. Beth was her tennis instructor. While Kenny saw that I knew Beth he had no idea of how, but one look at her and he had already become envious of me. When I starting thinking about Amy it just didn't seem to fit that she and Beth had been playing tennis and Beth says, "Come on over after tennis because I have a couple of hot guys who will be dropping by for a beer and a dip in the pool." Instead she might have intimated to Amy that there is this guy, Wes, who in her humble albeit correct opinion has a tongue that needs to be bronzed.
Anyway, we all finished our beer and decided that it was time to get in the pool. Beth directed us toward the cabana while she headed for her bedroom. Kenny and I went to change first and while the cabana room was small it had everything that anyone might want including a small bathroom complete with shower. After changing I went in to relieve myself of that bottle beer and snooped a little in the cabinet above the toilet only to find a half used box of rubbers and a brand new box of Tampax supers. The tampons I could understand, but my guess was that Beth was an oversexed well-to-do woman who had been shagged by more than just a few guys poolside.
I was the first to return to poolside and shortly thereafter Beth re-emerged from the house wearing a stunning black one piece with a bra that was likely one size too small because her ample boobs that were straining to be liberated from their restraint. Kenny wore a rather boring pair of swim trunks and I had a speedo that didn't hide much and that being the case was expecting to be the focus of some attention. The last to emerge was Amy who had to have had the perfect bikini figure—modest boobs, no hips to speak of, and a bikini bottom the displayed the cutest camel toe.
"Enough of this talk. It's such a hot day so the last one in the pool is a rotten egg," said Beth taking a dive from the edge. I was next followed by Kenny with Amy last because she walked in from the shallow end of the pool.
"Oh, Oh, look who was last," noted Kenny.
